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twenty two.

Someone reported this chapter and Wattpad deleted it.

Basically May gets raped by Luke Jones and cries a lot

Oh yeah and he beats the shit out of her and cracks her head open, it comes up later in the fic

I've reposted the chapter below but a massive trigger warning and you can just read that ^ above and get the gist of it

if anyone reports this again I will hunt you down and murder you :) x 

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"Are you coming up?"

I looked at Tommy with a stinging in my eyes as we sat in his car, lingering on the curb in a random suburb of Wembley that I'd never been to, not that I'd ever had a reason. Technically this wasn't even my reason to be here either.

"So I can watch my mate fuck my girlfriend no thanks." Tommy snorted and I cringed, this was happening. It was actually happening, I was outside Luke Jones' house and I didn't think I could get away from this situation.

"Are you waiting?" I tried again, I didn't want to get out of the car, even though it was cold and awkward I knew what waited inside of the lit house was going to be worse.

"No I have snakes work to do." Tommy told me and I didn't bother to nod as I kept my eyes on the windscreen instead of the house. "Fuck sake, are you going or not?"

"Why are you doing this? I love you, please don't make me do this." I was begging, begging with tears bubbling in my eyes.

"You know why."

Tommy didn't give me any reassurance and instead turned away from me and I sucked in a shaky breath as I pushed the door open and wiped away a fallen tear.

The air was cold and biting and I was regretting only wearing a t-shirt under my jacket, I should have worn layers. Three or four layers so it would take longer, so I would time to get away. I didn't want to do this.

I hesitantly rang the door bell aware that Tommy was still sat in his running car at the curb and I knew he wouldn't leave until I was inside and I also knew that it wasn't for the same reason Harry always lingered at the curb.

I didn't want to think about Harry right now, I still hadn't seen him but he had sent me a text telling me he hoped I was having a good day at work. That was something new, something different. I'd never had that before and it sent me around the café with a stupid smile on my face for the rest of the day.

But now I was shaking my head, shaking away any and all thoughts of Harry.

The door wall pulled open and I flinched as Luke grinned down at me and I sucked in a shaky breath, I wasn't going to smile at him. I wasn't going to be polite, I wasn't even going to talk to him unless I had to.

This wasn't something I wanted and I wanted Luke Jones to know that. To know that this was happening against my will.

"You pretty little thing, come in out of the cold." Luke usher me inside and I kept my eyes firmly down, I didn't want to look at his house, it looked big from the outside and that was all I needed to know.

I didn't like him and I didn't want to know anything about him.

"Have you been crying?" I flinched away as his hand touched my cheek and I saw Luke frown at me before his hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me back into him. His rough fingers wiping under my eyes and I immediately compared it to Harry.

No. No Harry. Not now.

"There's no need to cry poppet, we're going to fun aren't we?" I didn't answer him as I moved away from him the best I could considering his hand was still wrapped around my arm, pressing tightly.